THE GOLDEN BOWL
she had mentioned it. "How can Charlotte after all not have pressed him, not have attacked him about it? How can she not have asked him—asked him on his honour, I mean—if you know?"
"How can she 'not'? Why of course," said the Princess limpidly, "she must!"
"Well then—?"
"Well then you think he must have told her? Why exactly what I mean," said Maggie, "is that he will have done nothing of the sort; will, as I say, have maintained the contrary."
Fanny Assingham weighed it. "Under her direct appeal for the truth?"
"Under her direct appeal for the truth."
"Her appeal to his honour?"
"Her appeal to his honour. That's my point."
Fanny Assingham braved it. "For the truth as from him to her?"
"From him to any one."
Mrs. Assingham's face lighted. "He'll simply, he'll insistently have lied?"
Maggie brought it out roundly. "He'll simply, he'll insistently have lied."
It held again her companion, who next, however, with a single movement, throwing herself on her neck, overflowed. "Oh if you knew how you help me!"
Maggie had liked her to understand so far as this was possible, but hadn't been slow to see afterwards how the possibility was limited, when one came to think, by mysteries she was not to sound. This inability in her was indeed not remarkable, inasmuch as the Princess herself, as we have seen, was only now
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